He is exiled: he is dead to us. We will not hear his voice, nor will we see him.
An Old English poetic form that tells a story in six rhyming couplets
Line lengths (syllables per line): 2, 2, 6, 6, 8, 8, 4, 4, 6, 6, 4, 4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeff
Meter: Usually iambic
I walk along the street
And everyone I meet
Just turns aside and will not see.
I cry, “Please look! Just look at me!”
But no one hears.
Throughout the years
Of loss and sorrow borne,
My heart is bruised and torn.
Without a home,
Forlorn, I roam.